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Name;
Age;
Gender;
how long in the FBI?
Personality;
Picture;

(I don't really care how many sentences. Just go as far as you can, I guess.)

Name; "Sam"
Age; 19
Gender; Girlie
how long in the FBI? 2 years
Personality; Flirty when she needs to but usually tough, rough and quick. She's good at her job, and her job is her life. She's not really romantic or anything so nothing is in the way of work.
Picture; http://www.pinterest.com/pin/389068855279625535/

Sorry, picture wouldn't work... Just gotta use the link. smile

Oh! I am so sorry! I misunderstood you. Yes, I am semi-literate. I post anywhere from a small paragraph to big ones. It really just depends.... By the way, I can't post the picture on each post because I will have to post on my iPod sometimes. Ok. For the starting point;

Sam cursed as she dropped the burning hot skillet on the floor. She turned around and nearly tripped on a chair. She let another curse fly and kicked the chair out of the way. She pulled the drawer out and grabbed her oven-mitts, thrusting them on her hands. Sam bent over and picked up the skillet to reveal a nicely burned floor and some runny eggs and half cooked bacon. She shrieked when she saw the state of the laminate floor and pictured her trying to tell the landlord about it. She tossed the skillet into the sink and grabbed the washcloth out of the sink. She wiped up as much as she could and then ran to the other side of the apartment to the phone, tripping over all sorts of stuff in her way. She hastily dialed and got the wrong number. She dialed again and a pleasent voice said, "This is Marge, how can I help you?" "Marge, just hand the phone to Den." Sam snapped. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Den doesn't take care of cases anymore, he hired me to do that." Sam rolled her eyes impatiently and started tapping her foot on he floor. "I don't think you know who you are talking to, sweetie." she said, although her voice was saying anything but 'Oh you poor dear'. "I'm the FBI, just hand over the stinkin' phone!" Sam heard a shriek and Marge desperately trying to find Den. Sam waited until he picked up the phone saying, "Um, How may I help you?" "Den, it's Sam." "Sam? Oh! What's wrong?" "How do you fix a nasty burn on lamanite floors?!" Den laughed "That's it? You pull out your FBI indentification just to ask me about a little burn on your floor?" "Of course not! My landlord is coming tomorrow to get the rent and I need it fixed-fixed-fixed!!" Sam said quickly. "Sure you do. Be over tonight." Sam sighed gratefully. "Thanks, Den. See you tonight." She hung up and went back to the kitchen. She popped a frozen breakfast into the microwave and grabebed her work laptop while she waited. In no time at all, she had her make-up done, gone over some work stuff and eaten her breakfast. She ran down the 4 flights of steps and grabbed a taxi. "FBI." she said, getting her phone out of her pocket. The cab driver flung both hands in the air and terror was on his face. "I didn't do nothin'!" Sam looked up. "Oh, I meant go to the FBI Head quarters." She laughed a little and then dialed Head quartars. "Hey, this is Sam. I looked over the case of the casino robbing in where-ever it was and, uh, I found......." she continued talking about what she thought she had found in the case and talked all the way to the head quarters. She hung up as she got out of the taxi and threw thirty dollars into the front seat. "Thanks!" she said and then dashed up the steps and into the building. She slowed down significantly and walked with style down the hall leaving a crowd of tranced men in her wake. She knew that, but it didn't bother her. She had dated almost all of those guys, but they had all ended in a break-up. They still watched after her because she was pretty, but when they were at her house it was a completely different story.

She pranced into her office and sat down victoriously at her desk, even though there was nothing for her to be victorious over. "He here yet?" she asked one of the other agents, talking about Vincent. "Shhhh." The agent said around the telaphone squished between their cheek and shoulder. Sam shrugged and opened her candy jar. She popped one in her mouth and sucked on it until her partner came in.

"Alright, let me call her down." said the front desk lady. Over the speakers she announced, "Sam down to front desk, please. Sam down to front desk." She smiled pleasently at Vincent. "Whe'll be down in a minute.

Sam leaped up from the chair sending the candy to the back of her throat and almost choking her. She caught herself and managed to go downstairs in full composure. She walked gracefully to the front desk, not noticing Vincent right beside her. "What is it, Sheryl?" "Your new partner, Vincent." Sheryl replied. Sam turn and saw him. "Oh, hi! I'm Sam." She smiled pleasently and then added, "Follow me, your desk is upstairs." she turned and started to the office.

Sam stopped short and spun around, looking at Vincent curiously. "Fine, why?" she shook her head and added, "Oh, nevermind. You don't have to call me miss... Just Sam. We are a team, right?" she smiled. She felt something inside of her suddenly warm up as she talked to him and felt her cheeks flush. She was way out of her comfort zone and decided to turn her back on him so her couldn't see her flushed cheeks. She pulled her constantly powder and heavily powdered her face. "Gee, it's hot, isn't it?"

Sam opened the glass door of their office and turned to look at Vincent. "Two years." she looked at his shoulder curiously. "What happened?" she asked, motioning toward it with her head.

Sam gave a little nod. "Let me see it." she said. "Did you go to the hospital?"

"Yeah, right! Look at that thing! Hmm... Come on into the office." Sam started to go in herself but then she stopped and turned to face Vincent again. "That wound of yours has proved one thing to me; You are definitely a man, a strong man. You have my respect." she turned quicker than lightening and went in to the office and to her desk. She grabbed the first aid kit from under her desk and laid it on the desk.